So, the other night the phone rings
And I pick up,
"Yes, may I speak with {theirritablearchitect}?" says the inner-city yoof on the other end.
"SPEAKING!" I enunciate clearly, and loudly, to him, fully well knowing some schyster is about to do some politicking.
"This is Shawn(or Sean/Shaun/Shawannn...., take your pick), from the Kansas Campaign for Change."
Already knowing who this is, and what they're up to, I thought to myself, "Man, they've got some serious stones trying to drum up support in Johnson County."
So I play along, and ask, "Kansas Campaign for Change?, who are you representing?" sarcastically.
"Yeah, that's just not going to happen, so you can just fucking forget all that," I reply.
My wife stood there and watched me do the whole schtick, mouth agape. After I hung up, she told me that I'm mean.
(shrug)
Fuck'em. The whole lot of 'em.
(shrug)
Fuck'em. The whole lot of 'em.
Labels: Derision, Funny stuff, Hitting close to Home, Liberal stupidity, Maximum Doltage, Politics
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Queue the Secret Service.
You want to hear something funnier?
The stoopid bastards called back...for my wife this time, a day or two later.
After asking if they could speak with the Mrs., I told them, "Hell no!," only to be told that they were calling to inform her of their "need" to keep people abreast of rampant "rascism" in voting.
I told the commie bitch to screw herself.
No-fucking-way!
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